Hobson “I don’t think you’ll make it out there, kid. But, I’ve got something for you. I don’t know what it does, but maybe it will help keep you alive for a little while longer.” There were tears in my uncle’s eyes. I could not stand it when he got like this. He was kicking me out; why was he being so emotional about it? I didn’t mind leaving. I’d had it just about up to there with this place and I was pretty sure the remaining inhabitants of this complex were sick of me as well. I didn’t quite fit in. I never do. I was too young to be living here; too quiet, as well. “Here it is, kid. Like I said, I’m not too sure what it all does, but I’m pretty sure the red barrel holds a rocket. I hope this can do you some good.” I figured that was the last I’d ever see of my uncle. Had I known what my uncle had waiting for me; I would have stolen it and left long ago. It was beautiful. A dark, creeping smile slowly made its way across my face. I could not tell if my uncle had noticed. I was on my way out of this place. People should not give me nice things, especially if they are capable of blowing everything in the area up. I had gone unnoticed for a relatively large portion of my life. Maybe now, I would be the one turning heads. I had never found this much solace in something; and then my uncle gave me that weapon. I didn’t trust the three men I was travelling with. I didn’t know them, either. First, there was the man who could not take his eyes off of what I was walking with. “What is that you’ve got there?” “I’m just carrying myself, man.” “I see.” Nolan: total prick. A shady one, at that. Then, there was this kid named Oren. He seemed like a whiny bitch, yet he came across as hopeful. All he did was whine about his sister and how she was kidnapped and probably lost. Yet, he kept a kind demeanor. I didn’t buy it. He seemed too optimistic for someone who claimed to have lost their sister. I believed his story, but I could not buy into his attitude. I had almost forgotten about the third companion. Hal, he said his name was. He was quiet, but not in an uncomfortable way. Also, he had given me his steak knife before we departed. There was a connection there; the connection being that I did not truly despise this man. Interesting, how Nolan was the only one to pay attention to me. Or, was it even to me? Doubtful, I assumed. However, he took note of me, even if it was only because of my weapon. We wandered on. We walked into a smelly building, inhabited by several old men. No one moved their eyes up from their drink to look at what was in front of them. No one. It didn’t make much sense to me. The others didn’t say much, so we continued to move. We approached a very small, rundown shack and figured there might be a few things worth inspecting. Instead, we were greeted by a man who thought he was French, and smelled terribly. I didn’t much care for him, but I also didn’t feel like he was a threat unless provoked. My initial thought came true, regarding Chuck’s brief future. I didn’t care. Amidst the scuffle, I armed and readied my rocket launcher, thinking someone was going to take note. No one did. I had the power to turn off the world, but no one seemed to care. “You weren’t really going to shoot that thing, were you?” Nolan addressed me directly. “No, sir. Just trying to restore order, is all.” “Oh, alright. Good.” I guess someone had noticed. This pleased me, as that rocket launcher was all I had. After Nolan turned back to face the road in front of us, I smiled. Thistrading postup the road that Oren talked us into was bad news; I could feel it. The scum of the earth resided in this place, coming and going as they pleased. They lie, they steal, and they kill. In my mind, it was only a matter of time until they saw my weapon. I did not like the thought of that. I can tell by the look of them; these people like nice things. They crave them. What I had was nice, maybe too nice. I approached a man offering up a sniper rifle; for the right price, of course. I knew what he wanted, although I was unsure if he knew I knew that. He asked about my weapon; where I got it, from who; the works. I did not like that, so I spoke up. “Listen, knock this small-talk shit off, or I will blow this place up.” “Oh, is that right? Ha; seriously, though, what do you want for that?” “I am serious; another step and we all die.” The rocket launcher was armed and over my shoulder, and people who were chatting amongst each other began to crowd around us, carefully observing what was transpiring. I was outnumbered, I knew that. They suggested I leave. I smiled again, realizing that if they wanted to kill me and take this weapon from me, they could have. Instead, they told me to leave. Maybe they believed I was going to pull the trigger. Maybe not; either way, I had every intention of doing so if that man had taken one more step. I took my cue and left, rocket launcher still at the ready. My “companions” did not seem to appreciate what I had just done for them. If I would have slept for more than a minute in that hell, I do not think I would have woken up. I do not think they would have, either. You’re welcome. “I think we’re going to need to establish some sort of chaos control,” Nolan smiled. I smiled.
“I don’t think you’ll make it out there, kid. But, I’ve got something for you. I don’t know what it does, but maybe it will help keep you alive for a little while longer.”
There were tears in my uncle’s eyes. I could not stand it when he got like this. He was kicking me out; why was he being so emotional about it? I didn’t mind leaving. I’d had it just about up to there with this place and I was pretty sure the remaining inhabitants of this complex were sick of me as well. I didn’t quite fit in. I never do. I was too young to be living here; too quiet, as well.
“Here it is, kid. Like I said, I’m not too sure what it all does, but I’m pretty sure the red barrel holds a rocket. I hope this can do you some good.” I figured that was the last I’d ever see of my uncle.
Had I known what my uncle had waiting for me; I would have stolen it and left long ago. It was beautiful. A dark, creeping smile slowly made its way across my face. I could not tell if my uncle had noticed. I was on my way out of this place.
People should not give me nice things, especially if they are capable of blowing everything in the area up. I had gone unnoticed for a relatively large portion of my life. Maybe now, I would be the one turning heads. I had never found this much solace in something; and then my uncle gave me that weapon.
I didn’t trust the three men I was travelling with. I didn’t know them, either. First, there was the man who could not take his eyes off of what I was walking with.
“What is that you’ve got there?”
“I’m just carrying myself, man.”
“I see.”
Nolan: total prick. A shady one, at that.
Then, there was this kid named Oren. He seemed like a whiny bitch, yet he came across as hopeful. All he did was whine about his sister and how she was kidnapped and probably lost. Yet, he kept a kind demeanor. I didn’t buy it. He seemed too optimistic for someone who claimed to have lost their sister. I believed his story, but I could not buy into his attitude.
I had almost forgotten about the third companion. Hal, he said his name was. He was quiet, but not in an uncomfortable way. Also, he had given me his steak knife before we departed. There was a connection there; the connection being that I did not truly despise this man.
Interesting, how Nolan was the only one to pay attention to me. Or, was it even to me? Doubtful, I assumed. However, he took note of me, even if it was only because of my weapon.
We wandered on. We walked into a smelly building, inhabited by several old men. No one moved their eyes up from their drink to look at what was in front of them. No one. It didn’t make much sense to me. The others didn’t say much, so we continued to move.
We approached a very small, rundown shack and figured there might be a few things worth inspecting. Instead, we were greeted by a man who thought he was French, and smelled terribly. I didn’t much care for him, but I also didn’t feel like he was a threat unless provoked.
My initial thought came true, regarding Chuck’s brief future. I didn’t care. Amidst the scuffle, I armed and readied my rocket launcher, thinking someone was going to take note. No one did. I had the power to turn off the world, but no one seemed to care.
“You weren’t really going to shoot that thing, were you?” Nolan addressed me directly.
“No, sir. Just trying to restore order, is all.”
“Oh, alright. Good.”
I guess someone had noticed. This pleased me, as that rocket launcher was all I had. After Nolan turned back to face the road in front of us, I smiled.
This trading post up the road that Oren talked us into was bad news; I could feel it. The scum of the earth resided in this place, coming and going as they pleased. They lie, they steal, and they kill. In my mind, it was only a matter of time until they saw my weapon. I did not like the thought of that. I can tell by the look of them; these people like nice things. They crave them. What I had was nice, maybe too nice.
I approached a man offering up a sniper rifle; for the right price, of course. I knew what he wanted, although I was unsure if he knew I knew that. He asked about my weapon; where I got it, from who; the works. I did not like that, so I spoke up.
“Listen, knock this small-talk shit off, or I will blow this place up.”
“Oh, is that right? Ha; seriously, though, what do you want for that?”
“I am serious; another step and we all die.”
The rocket launcher was armed and over my shoulder, and people who were chatting amongst each other began to crowd around us, carefully observing what was transpiring. I was outnumbered, I knew that. They suggested I leave. I smiled again, realizing that if they wanted to kill me and take this weapon from me, they could have. Instead, they told me to leave. Maybe they believed I was going to pull the trigger. Maybe not; either way, I had every intention of doing so if that man had taken one more step. I took my cue and left, rocket launcher still at the ready.
My “companions” did not seem to appreciate what I had just done for them. If I would have slept for more than a minute in that hell, I do not think I would have woken up. I do not think they would have, either. You’re welcome.
“I think we’re going to need to establish some sort of chaos control,” Nolan smiled.
I smiled.